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Lin Yumeng suddenly opened her eyes before the clock hands started to work.She touched the screen of the phone, and the clock hand was about to start in one minute.Lin Yumeng quickly turned off the clock, closed her eyes and wanted to sleep for another 1 minutes.

She dreamed last night that she was still approaching and commanding the plane, and Cheng Yang was her coordinator.The two were chatting at the beginning, talking about the good restaurants they opened recently, and then came a peak period, when the planes crowded into the terminal area one after another, Lin Yumeng's professional instinct was immediately mobilized, commanding With more than 30 planes smoothly landed at the field.

She scratched with her left hand, thinking she was still holding the microphone.

With this grab, she couldn't fall asleep all of a sudden.

Lin Yumeng lifted the quilt, turned over and got out of bed. When she went to brush her teeth and wash her face, she saw the sleep aid tablet on the tea table. She felt mixed emotions in her heart, and finally cooled down.Recently, she kept dreaming that she was still in command of the plane, and she didn't know why she suddenly became nostalgic.But anyway, taking advantage of this opportunity, she simply bought a board of sleep aids, and took some before going to bed every night. When she opened her eyes after falling asleep, she must be in the control room.

There is also a big word printed on the box of sleep aid tablets, "Sleep aid is harmful to health".

The dreams after a sleep aid are very different from the dreams naturally produced by the brain.Roughly speaking, if the boundary between dreams and non-dreams is a flap, one side is reality, and the other side is dreams, the flipper is always shaking during natural sleep, the dream is unstable, and sometimes people can even realize it by themselves. I am in a dream, and the things in the dream are generally not very logical.Because human consciousness is unstable, dreams will also be disturbed by external stimuli.

After the sleep aid, the dream is much more stable and has a stronger sense of reality, as if the flap is stuck motionless on one side of the dream.

Sleep aid technology can be traced back to "hypnosis" which is often used in psychiatric treatment.Modern sleep aid technology appeared about 20 years ago, and has matured in recent years. There are artificial assistance and drug assistance.Speaking of it, it is about the same time as the appearance of quantum transmission.

When Lin Yumeng finished washing her face and putting on her clothes, she fell and bruised her elbow.

Quantum teleportation took her job.

Sleep aid has taken her lover.

Lin Yumeng strode forward in high heels, and the crowd in the subway station was so noisy that they were next to each other.The sound of the station announcement was almost suppressed in the background sound.Now is the rush hour for commuting. Line 10 runs every 2 minutes. When the door opens, half of the people are walking on the platform, and the other half are moving to the public transportation system at the end of the subway station just like Lin Yumeng.There are five public transmitters at this station, and every morning they have to queue for half an hour to get on the wheel.The management personnel stood in front of the glass door of the transmission station with a loudspeaker, and only one batch could be put in every [-] minutes.

This is actually quite similar to the work of air traffic control, keeping a safe distance.

"Regulations on Strictly Enforcing Transmitter Operation Intervals" was repeatedly broadcast on the loudspeaker.

The use is also to swipe the social security card, but the subway is two at a time, and the transmitter is twenty at a time.

When queuing, Lin Yumeng lowered her head to play with her mobile phone. The platform was too noisy. At first, she didn't hear someone calling her from behind, but she knew that the person squeezed behind her and patted her on the shoulder.

Lin Yumeng's heart was about to jump out of fright, but she couldn't see anything on her face, and looked back at the visitor peacefully.

The person who called her was a colleague from the editorial department, a girl named Yao Lin.Yao Lin was afraid of being late for work just now, so she was sweating from running. Seeing the line at the transmission station lined up outside the door after three or five turns, when she was in a hurry, she saw Lin Yumeng standing in front of her. She was so happy that she seemed to see her savior .It's so hot and stuffy here, and she was flustered. She could hardly breathe, but when Lin Yumeng took a look back at her, it was like a peppermint candy hit her directly between the brows, making her All of a sudden calm down a lot.

After she spoke to Lin Yumeng, she took advantage of the opportunity to stand behind Lin Yumeng.

"Getting up late?" Lin Yumeng asked her unhurriedly, without showing any disgust at Yao Lin's behavior of jumping in line.

"Yeah, I just want to sleep for 2 more minutes..." Yao Lin smiled brightly, "Yumeng, you are really, really different from others... I just shot someone from behind like that, most people would be startled , why didn't you react at all?"

Lin Yumeng smiled: "It must be an occupational disease."

"what?"

Anyway, there was a lot of noise in the station, and Lin Yumeng pretended not to hear the "Huh?"

The occupational disease she mentioned is of course not an occupational disease of editors, but an occupational disease of supervisors.

Both of them arrived at the office 10 minutes earlier. After entering, Yao Lin sat down in her seat, and Lin Yumeng began to serve tea and water for everyone.Strictly speaking, her editor is a part-time job, and her employment contracts are signed every six months.In fact, she yearned for this line of work when she was a child, so now she simply found such a job for herself.

In China, air traffic controllers are not as respected and valued by society as they are in the world, so they "declined" quickly.The aviation industry has been hit so hard that there is basically no need for controllers, so more than half of them have been transferred to administrative positions. The redundancy of personnel is serious, and the finances no longer pay money, so no one just pays 2000 yuan a month. .

"Morning Brother Peng. Morning Sister Yun." Lin Yumeng put a cup of tea and a cup of warm water on the tables of Liu Peng and Tian Yunyun respectively, and distributed the consultation package with their names written on them, "Sister Yun recently A little busy, hard work."

Liu Peng said thank you, Tian Yunyun nodded.

The two sat at the opposite table, and Liu Peng liked Lin Yumeng better. He felt that she was clean and neat, and at the same time very careful and gentle.Tian Yunyun has always disliked Lin Yumeng, because she feels that her personality is too masculine and cannot fit into the female group of the editorial department, and when talking to her, she always feels oppressed, which makes Tian Yunyun, an old editor, uncomfortable.

Lin Yumeng didn't feel anything in her heart, and she knew very well that women would fall into such an awkward situation when they entered the workplace.

When she was in her early twenties, she had just arrived in the approach control room of the Air Traffic Management Bureau, and she was the only girl in the approach control room. At that time, her life was better and worse than this.On the one hand, the male colleagues take care of her, on the other hand, the male colleagues treat her as another kind of person.

Approach control is responsible for converging and sorting the aircraft landing at the airport to the runway, and sending the aircraft taking off at the airport to each route. It must be sorted and cross each other. Therefore, it is the most difficult of all controls and requires people to respond Extremely fast and calm at the same time.When one person controls the speed, altitude, and heading of twenty planes at the same time, and is responsible for the lives of 200 people on each plane, that feeling can't be said to be a pleasure or a torment.

Lin Yumeng is naturally good at multi-threaded work, and also a master at handling complex information, so it is easy for her to follow up and deal with the work of different editors every day, and assign tasks to them for supporting consultation.

Cheng Yang is a very talented person. He can speak three or four languages, and he can draw very well. He even formed a band by himself.Many controllers go to private rentals in their spare time. Cheng Yang’s family is in a good condition, so there is no pressure to make money in his spare time, so he just draws and sings.Cheng Yang is still a bit of hedonistic pessimism.In short, Lin Yumeng liked him very much.

Of course Cheng Yang is handsome, fair and clean, in Japanese terms, he is a "beautiful man of the salt type", that is, the kind of facial features that are plain, but combined with personal temperament, it makes people look very pleasing.Cheng Yang has always been male and female in his work unit, and he also said that he is pansexual.

"Yumeng."

Liu Peng called her from the other side of the office and dragged her back to reality.

She hurried over, and when she passed, Liu Peng was standing up from his seat, taking his mobile phone and wallet, his expression was completely different from half an hour ago, very serious, obviously something happened.

"Brother Peng, what's the matter?"

"Something happened to Mr. Chen's house. I'll go there. I'm talking to the printing press. Follow up."

After saying this, there was some commotion in the editorial department.Lin Yumeng nodded and sat in Liu Peng's seat.

Yao Lin glanced at her, frowning because of dissatisfaction and curiosity.Tian Yunyun didn't look up at her at all, and he should know that something happened to Director Chen by his expression.When Lin Yumeng was looking at the previous email exchanges between Liu Peng and the printing side to understand the situation, Liu Peng suddenly walked in from the door again.

"Yumeng, come with me." He paused and thought about it, "Yao Lin is going to talk about printing."

Tian Yunyun raised his head all of a sudden, apparently he wanted to visit Director Chen's house, and thought that Liu Peng would let him go.There are two people in the editorial department, one is a brother and the other is a sister. It's not that they discuss such a big matter, but call a temporary worker?

Yao Lin immediately walked up to Lin Yumeng and stood there waiting for her to make way.Lin Yumeng smiled at the other party, got up, went to her seat, took her wallet and mobile phone, and left.

Director Chen's name is Chen Xianze, and he is usually a very kind leader. He lives very close to the editorial office, which is two subway stops away.However, Liu Peng took Lin Yumeng to the transmission station and swiped his own card directly. The two of them were forty.

Lin Yumeng questioned this decision, wondering if the matter was really that urgent: "Brother Peng?"

Liu Peng pondered for a moment, then looked back at her.

"Director Chen has fallen asleep."

Lin Yumeng has always been calm. She must be calm. She is used to being calm. Her reaction to emergencies is different from that of ordinary people.When her adrenaline is high, the pace of things will slow down instead.Lin Yumeng nodded slowly, but felt flustered and stomach ache.

Two minutes later, Lin Yumeng came out from the transmission station in the community where Chen Xianze lived.Liu Peng was waiting for her in front.

"Director Chen fell asleep?" Lin Yumeng asked in a daze, "He..."

Generally, it is said that most of the people who fell asleep were young people, or young adults who had experienced some great changes in their lives, and even rarely had depression patients. "Sleeping over" means taking too many sleep aids continuously, being in a dream for a long time, and unable to wake up.It's not suicide in the traditional sense, so it's hard to deal with.

Can't get on a ventilator?Or let it die a natural death?Or euthanasia?

In nearly half of the cases of people who fell asleep, the brain activity was still active, as if they had started a new life in their own minds.People who really want to commit suicide will not choose this method.Only those who are completely unable to accept real life and have a strong desire to escape will do this.Most people who choose to sleep in the past, or those who are addicted to sleep aids, have a very strong desire to live another life, so there are very few patients with depression.

Chen Xianze is already in his fifties and sixties, he knows his destiny at fifty, so he shouldn't be so dismissive.

"His youngest daughter fell asleep last year because of a broken relationship."

Lin Yumeng closed her eyes and was speechless.

"Then we are in such a hurry to go now?"

"There is a news report, rare and exclusive, in his private memory. We have to discuss it with his family and get it as soon as possible after we get permission."

The environment in the community is good, with a lot of vegetation on the roadside.Liu Peng led Lin Yumeng around seven times, and walked downstairs to Chen Xianze's house. Chen Xianze lived in a small villa.

Liu Peng could see Lin Yumeng's surprise: "Director Chen's lover's family runs a company."

"Oh."

The door of Chen's house was open, and the police were inside to take notes. After all, the suspicion of "homicide" had to be ruled out.Liu Peng and Lin Yumeng were also asked for a while.Director Chen's lover has been sitting by the side, motionless, expressionless, as if he can't figure it out, and also seems to be too sad.Only when the eldest daughter of the Chen family pulled her to move her position and comforted her did she respond.

Lin Yumeng forced herself not to look at the sad middle-aged woman, but at the policeman in front of her who was questioning her.

"Will it have anything to do with that exclusive report?" Lin Yumeng opened her mouth and asked.

The policeman froze for a moment, then shook his head: "Basically, the suspicion of intentional injury by others is ruled out."

Besides, it is very difficult to open the private memory unless you are the person yourself. You must have your immediate family members apply for review by the judiciary, and you have to go through a complete legal process.Letting Chen Xianze fall asleep does not mean that he will never get this report.

Or maybe someone wanted this story never to appear again.

However, the police also said that the suspicion of harming others was basically ruled out.Lin Yumeng's mind was rarely in a mess, and she really didn't know what to think.

There are fewer planes this time, Cheng Yang came over and patted her head.

"drink water?"

"drink."

Cheng Yang mixed a cup of warm water for her and handed it to her.Lin Yumeng's eyes were glued to the radar screen, staring at the movement of the plane, while taking a sip of water.Cheng Yang took the water glass again and put it on the shelf behind him.

Lin Yumeng guided the two planes to intercept the blind landing one after another, and handed over the plane to the control tower.Then she glanced at the time, it was almost time for a shift change.After handling all the flight conflicts that should be dealt with, she handed over the microphone to the colleague who took over, stood up, stretched her waist, and drank half a glass of water.Cheng Yang just took their things and came from the lounge at this moment, Lin Yumeng walked over to hold Cheng Yang's hand.

"What to eat? I want to go to the movies."

"Okay."

Lin Yumeng cheered exaggeratedly.

"But the museum has a painting exhibition in the afternoon... Hey, there is no way."

Cheng Yang's tone was reluctant, as if he had made up his mind to give up his hobbies and go to accompany Lin Yumeng, but he felt a little sad and wanted to make up for it.Lin Yumeng sighed and immediately changed the schedule.

"You can watch movies anytime, let's go to the art exhibition first."

"Really?"

Cheng Yang's eyes are full of happiness, but after being happy, there is always a kind of tolerant tenderness. Lin Yumeng nodded with a smile, and pushed Cheng Yang. After pushing, she regretted it, and immediately went to hold her fingers and hold him the opponent's arm.

Cheng Yang pretended to be innocent: "Why are you pushing me?"

"Stop fucking pretending to me."

"Yes, we approached the first sister, of course I can see this little thought of mine—"

The clock needle is a kind of wake-up pulse stimulation, Lin Yumeng only felt that she was turned over by the brush, and a sharp sound cut Cheng Yang's face, and then she realized that she was dreaming, now Got to get up and go to work.

Lin Yumeng turned over and burst into tears.She didn't know that she was crying until she felt that the pillow was wet and uncomfortable.Today, she will go to the court with Liu Peng to get the receipt of application for access to the private memory.

The District People's Court is now crowded with people every day, and the judicial system has been reformed and reformed, so that the judges have become coolies who popularize the law.Usually, there is a quarrel between the melon seller and the melon buyer. If the melon buyer insists on suing the other party, the court will also accept the case. The indictment is often written in a daze. Why compensate me for mental damage of 50 yuan? Kowtow to me Apologize or something.

For many things, the court still needs to keep paper documents, so Liu Peng still has to go there on behalf of the department.The little brother who handled the receipt wore a pair of black-framed eyes and looked sleepy. He probably graduated from a master's degree from a university of political science and law, but ended up working as a clerk here.

"The applicant signs his name and presses his fingerprint."

The black-framed brother floated a piece of paper to Liu Peng. After Liu Peng signed and pressed his fingerprints, he handed the paper back.The little brother looked down, stamped a stamp, and then floated the paper to the conveyor next to it.Lin Yumeng saw that the piece of paper was disassembled and disappeared. It should have been sent to the archives room.

"Okay, you can go. Go back and use the unit's business license chip to flash the memory."

Cargo transmission is not as restricted as others, so it can be promoted faster.The transportation industry has undergone a major reshuffle, and not only the aviation industry has died, but also the already half-dead shipping, the booming railway, and express delivery.

Road and urban rail transit are still widely used because of their lower cost.

Liu Peng had his business license in his bag, and the two went straight to the hospital.For journalism, time is the lifeblood of life.

Chen Xianze lived in a single room. He seemed to be asleep. There was nothing unusual. He had water hanging on his hand, and the infusion was nutrient solution.Now that Chen Xianze is not dead yet, accessing the contents of Chen Xianze's private storage still requires Chen Xianze's own fingerprints.The eldest daughter of the Chen family was sitting by the bed, looking at her mobile phone and eating an apple.

Liu Peng walked to the bed, not knowing what to do. After greeting the eldest daughter of the Chen family, he hesitated.

"Ms. Chen and Yumeng, both of you, please avoid it for a while?"

The eldest daughter of the Chen family nodded and went out without saying anything.Lin Yumeng felt a little strange and followed her out the door.Ms. Chen stood in the corridor, eating apples and looking at her mobile phone as usual, and Lin Yumeng simply took out her own mobile phone to look at it, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"You all know that, right?"

Ms. Chen said something suddenly without raising her head.

"what?"

"I said that everyone in your editorial department knows that my father is asleep, and it's because of my sister."

Lin Yumeng frowned: "There are some rumors. We haven't received an official notice yet."

Miss Chen sneered and didn't speak.

"That day I... I saw your mother very sad that day. Is she okay?"

These words made Miss Chen look up at her.Ms. Chen has a beautiful face and exquisite makeup. She seems to be a person who is very good at living.

"It's nothing, there's no way, it's just accident and sadness."

Lin Yumeng smiled: "Yes."

Miss Chen stopped playing with her mobile phone and eating apples, so she just looked at Lin Yumeng.

"There are people in your family...?"

At this moment, Liu Peng opened the door and let Lin Yumeng in, saying that there were some things he couldn't handle and asked the young man.

As soon as Lin Yumeng entered, Liu Peng locked the door behind her.Lin Yumeng suddenly felt a sense of crisis, and instinctively leaned against the wall.

"Brother Peng, what's the problem?"

Liu Peng didn't answer, and sat on the chair where the eldest daughter of the Chen family was sitting just now.

"No problem, things have been deleted."

Lin Yumeng was not sure what was going on, so she didn't speak.

"Hey, so is Lao Chen... Originally, this matter would be blocked by me, but now he suddenly fell asleep, and sooner or later he will be declared dead. In this way, the memory will be inherited as an inheritance, so Can be read by other people, so I have to before he dies..."

"Deleting files will be recorded."

Liu Peng laughed all of a sudden: "That's why I called you here. You deleted it by mistake when you retrieved it for me."

Lin Yumeng didn't speak.

"Don't worry, his family doesn't care about this thing, and they won't trouble you." Liu Peng paused, "But, because of your major work mistakes, the employment contract has to be terminated."

"Brother Peng, do you really think there is no monitoring in the hospital?"

"So what. I know, you still have an iron rice bowl from the Air Traffic Management Bureau. It can be considered that the country takes care of you. At least you have 2000 yuan and living security. You don't have to fight me for this." One thing, right? You also know that this kind of thing always has some shady profiteers and corrupt officials, so it's not safe."

Liu Peng was also a reporter before, and he had read too much about this kind of thing, so he didn't feel it.

Therefore, what he said was correct, and Lin Yumeng could not refute it.

"Besides, there are other reasons for suppressing this news." Liu Peng sighed, "We are all literati. Many times, we can't figure out those things that are too professional, such as technology and economy. When the report is written, it is only a matter of time." Exposure caused social chaos, but many times it was unnecessary."

"You have to let me know what the news is."

Liu Peng glanced at her: "So you are so naive?"

"Brother Peng."

Liu Peng stood up, and the atmosphere was suddenly a little bit wrong.He walked up to Lin Yumeng, just in time to force Lin Yumeng to the wall, and reached into Lin Yumeng's skirt.

"You don't know if you want to know..."

Lin Yumeng pushed Liu Peng away, opened the door and left.

Cheng Yang's band sang a small show in the bar, and a ticket was 40 yuan. Those who came were those who had listened to their band for many years.Originally, the band was resident and did not charge money, but now they suddenly started to charge money. Someone guessed that Cheng Yang was in the transportation industry and was hit.

Lin Yumeng sat under the stage and ordered a glass of wine, which was not good.Cheng Yang sang an English song, which was slightly sad, and she liked it very much.

She likes to look at Cheng Yang.

A friend once told her that she had never liked anyone in her life, and she didn't know what it felt like.Lin Yumeng felt that this person didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky.

Cheng Yang looks calm on the surface, but he is actually a "romantic poet" who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.Roughly speaking, there was a band in the early years who had a famous lyric, which can be used to describe him.

Who is from mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, but is confined to day and night, kitchen, and love.

This is fine now, even if neither of them can do the job they once loved very much, one of them sings and sells paintings, and the other applies for a job as an editor, which has started another life instead.

Even though Cheng Yang laughed a lot less, even though Lin Yumeng always felt that the love between two people was in the control room, and it was pinned on the industry. It must be the feeling of hand in hand.

After two songs, Cheng Yang invited her to the stage and showed her affection.

It was five or six o'clock in the afternoon when Lin Yumeng woke up, and it was getting dark.After she came back from the hospital, she took a sleep aid and fell asleep. As a result, this time, what she dreamed was no longer what she had experienced before, but began to become another life that she could think of now.

The dream under the sleep aid was too real, every time she woke up, she would think that Cheng Yang was still there.

Lin Yumeng knew that she needed to see a psychiatrist and seek psychological counseling, but she had no money.Now the price is too high, and the psychiatrist costs hundreds of dollars an hour.Or, she should need to take medicine, but she dare not go.

Her parents divorced very early, and she followed her father, who died four or five years ago, when she was less than 30 years old, and Cheng Yang accompanied her out.

Lin Yumeng got up, took a shower, put on makeup, put on her usual clothes, and went out with Cheng Yang's ashes in her arms.

It was the rush hour for get off work, so she went to have a meal first, and when it was dark at midnight, she walked to the subway station with the ashes in her arms.There is no one in the transmitter at the end of the subway station, except for one or two people who come out of it now and then.

Lin Yumeng swiped her social security card to enter the station, picked a machine at random, first sprinkled the ashes in, and pressed to confirm.The light on the transmitter changed from green to red. After a few seconds, the red light flickered, the door began to close, and the ashes began to disappear.At this time, no one is allowed to enter again. At this time, the time resolution of the transmitter is not enough to distinguish between two people entering the transmitter, so there is a strict 2-minute transmission interval.Just picking the right moment, Lin Yumeng stepped in sideways.

The transmitter immediately started to alarm, and soon some staff rushed over.

The last thing that came to Lin Yumeng's mind was when she and Cheng Yang were helping on duty on the control tower, looking at the reflection of the plane's fuselage in the sun.

There is a saying that governs this industry:

We guide you home.

The barbecue booth was filled with fireworks, and the cement floor was already dirty and black.The table is not stable, it shakes like a seesaw when you push hard.The oil on the skewers dripped onto the table, which was a cloudy yellow-brown under the dim light.

"Brother Chu, that person today..."

Wang Shuanglei ate some meat and drank some wine.

"I heard he didn't die." Chu Shiqing frowned, "Hey, now people don't jump the subway when they commit suicide, but go through the transmitter instead? Tell me, why do you have to kill yourself for a good-looking girl? This kind of The way to die is not even a whole body."

Wang Shuanglei smiled dryly: "I went in with the ashes in my arms. I also picked a time when there was no one else, and I guess I didn't want to affect others. In the end, it caused us to work overtime to repair the machine. If I really don't want to affect others, it would be better if I died at home—"

"Okay, how should we talk?" Chu Shiqing reacted a bit, and stopped Wang Shuanglei.It's nothing to make complaints about. It's really hard to listen to what you say so harshly.

Wang Shuanglei stopped talking and took a sip of wine.

He went in with the ashes.

Chu Shiqing looked up at the gray-black sky, people coming and going, and the neon lights on tall buildings in the distance changing to form different patterns.For a moment, Chu Shiqing understood something that he didn't know what it was.He couldn't even sigh from the thing, and he was terrified of it, but he didn't care.

It's too far away, invisible and intangible, but always in it.

Human beings stand in front of the wave of their own technological revolution, crawling, looking for death, and eating skewers.

The author has something to say:

oops oh orz

It can be regarded as writing the story of Lin Yumeng (what the hell